My dog, Peach, was waiting right outside. No, no. My dog, Bowser.But no, I wouldn't name my dog after that ugly turtle, would I? Inamed him Peach e...en though he's male because I liked the character somuch. That doesn't make sense, though. I decided to test it out."Peach, go downstairs," I whispered. He didn't do anything. "Bowser,go downstairs," I tried. He ran away barking. Something was wrongwith my mind. I was going to go to the backyard for some reason, but Icouldn't remember. . She was soon actively involved and had mentally put herself into the position of the woman in the video. Her pulse was racing and her pussy was already wet. She reached into the toy bag and extracted an eight-inch rubber dildo with balls and began rubbing it across her already wet slit. Slipping lower on the couch, she began inserting the huge cock into her cunt. At first, it was only the head she put in but as the action on the screen intensified, she pushed more and more of the fake cock into. Her hands and feet were tied to the bed with furtheritems; Whitney's own hosiery and some tape and rope that she had stashedaway.I left her bound and gagged on the bed for some time and watched herstruggles and listened to her gagged calls for help."MMmpphhh!"Whitney was highly aroused, as her shecock bulged and strained againstthe tight panties. To torture her further, I applied a vibrator to it;moving it around and removing it when I felt she was close to orgasm.This I continued for some. All the same it left little to the imagination, and I had a great imagination when it came to women. "What's your name?" I asked. A low roar caught my attention and I turned. I could see a wave coming in that was just begging someone to ride it. I watched her for a minute and then we both turned around and got ready to catch the wave. I waited, waited, then jumped up and let it take me. It was like flying. Spray from the wave hit me but I didn't care. I concentrated on keeping my balance,.